Trying to read

Touch is not love's sole signifier	Yesterday I kissed the girl I love	Some things are more important than sleep	I've read books so I know things that sound like they could be true
Stealing kisses in the dark	You are precious to me. Did you know that?	I remember when it was me who made her skin flush	grammar
A poem for a man who does not read poetry.	I kiss your eyes. You are breakfast, summer, and streetlamps.	It's only love: at the end of the day, there are still thunderstorms and sunsets	Put Your Hand Here
Kaapor	And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings	spree killer	let me slip you out of your skin, sweetheart
Don't encourage people to read	I will eat you slowly with kisses	Each first kiss is special, if you choose